oy, veyski, i've been slumped in bed all day. i ingested too much grim reality through the screen. the full moon kept me awake in the wee hours though i didn't see it or something.
i can't remember that i dreamed anything. grateful i didn't get a no-knock visit from the dream police. it's so quiet around here, not even a siren or lawnmower. birds. i should have gone out. it's ok. i just have to treat my mind. tomorrow zoom therapy, it'll probably be a stuttering connection. now we don't ask when the pandemic will end just what is the reopening. they're busting heads of the protesters and spraying tear gas and pepper spray in their faces. they say they are insurgents, protest is insurgency, and to be beaten down violently. maybe that's why i didn't sleep good, but i wasn't thinking about it, i was just numb and blank like the sky with the invisible full moon looming emptily.